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The telephonic interviews were on and she wanted to badly clear it. She was advised to keep her answers closed, Yes or No. She was also cautioned that one wrong word from her could spoil it all. The interview went well till the instance she uttered that one word, extremely loud and infamously clear. Jeeejusss!

The Plagiarism!

He was extremely thrilled about his entry, for the 55 fiction contest. Having written it on his own for the first time, he had got it reviewed by a few blogger friends of his before the actual submission, only to find it already submitted by a fellow blogger as if it was his own. KARMA!

The Experience!

This was her first time. She was in a very uncomfortable position mainly because he was all over her. The noise caused by his heavy breathing as well as by the restless cot beneath had unnerved her. She was waiting for it to end. The whole experience had just freaked her out. Damn Middle-Berth!

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He had lived all his life on the run, a fair part of it being spent underground.
Every moment he envisioned like he was living on a parallel track, for life wasn’t laid straight as he had assumed it to be.
Having waited for long, he was now desperate to try his luck out HERE.

On overhearing a few people talk in a hush-hush tone, she got to know that Amitabh Bachchan was shot – not once, but several times – by someone unknown. So not wasting much time, she rushed to the nearest post office and sent a telegram to her boss. It was 1975, and Sholay “Breaking News”!

Diana

He knew who the hot-cakes were, how to approach them, what to do, what to ask and when the right time to bell the cat was. He knew it all. This time too he did it with the same passion, same vigor. He chased her hard, till she crashed. He didn’t know he could kill.

Note: 1) Late Prabha Dutt is Barkha Dutt’s mom, and was a well-known journalist working for The Hindustan Times in the 70s and early 80s till her untimely death. The 55-er though is fictional 😛
2) For the unknown, Princess Diana died in a car crash in Paris in 1997 while being chased by the papparazi.

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Though unaware, I'm usually up to something. I'm an ex-introvert who talks more than he write and writes more than he's capable of. I try to make light of everything, for I believe that I'm stuck in a dark tunnel.
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